Chu Dazhuang listened to Liu Zhongding's words in front of him, immediately letting out a cold laugh, yet he remained silent. Instead, he seemed as if he hadn't been bumped into hard enough.
After a long while, until the blood started flowing from Liu Zhongding's forehead from the kowtowing, the expression in his eyes became somewhat dull and hazy amidst his continuous bowing.
"Now begging for mercy, but isn't it too late?"
Chu Dazhuang watched Liu Zhongding with a grin, then slowly approached, looking down at Liu Zhongding, who was kneeling on the ground, chuckling coldly.
"You think you were so powerful?"
"Having connections that reach the heavens? Knowing a lot of important people?"
Chu Dazhuang was relentlessly mocking him.
Listening to Liu Zhongding's words, Chu Dazhuang let out a cold snort, looking at the pitiful Liu Zhongding, he felt that the sense of victory he held in his hands was only purer.
